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Chapter 418 Yangerzhuang, Dark Shadow--

After all, there are only a few white lotus followers in this volunteer army. After all, this is Zhili, and the censorship of various cults is much higher than that of other provinces. In addition, in this rebel army, most of them are people surnamed Wu. There are seven or eight generals surnamed Wu sitting on the pit and the chairs on the edge of the pit alone. Therefore, although Liu Daochang, the head of Bailian Sect in Zhili, was full of resentment, he did not dare to attack too much.

"What I want to say is that if you are willing to believe me, you can leave immediately tomorrow morning to Yangerzhuang. If the road is not open, I will take my hundreds of shops to open the way for you. If the cavalry of the Qingting behind come, you can also let me and my people stop for you behind. Although this can't happen." The last sentence left by Li Zhengdao made the room look so quiet again...

Yang'erzhuang is not big, that is, five or six hundred households, and most of them are farmers who eat in the soil. There are only three large families in the village, and the largest Liu family has a hundred or ten employees and dozens of tenants.

Now, the rooms in the Liu family compound are full of the officers and soldiers of the Qing court. Liu Dahu's family was forced to squeeze into the backyard, where they anxiously expected these wolf-like officers and soldiers to leave Yang'erzhuang early, so that they could return to their peaceful life.

In all the families in Yangerzhuang, those old people were forced to give up their best rooms, as well as those big kangs for those officers and soldiers to use, and even could only watch the chickens and ducks in the home, turning into fat and fragrant food in the hands of those scolding officers and soldiers.

They can only curse these jackals viciously in their hearts. They can only live in their own sheepsheds or cowsheds, hoping that this sudden military disaster will pass soon.

4,000 Zhili Green Battalioners could not fill the whole Yangerzhuang with so many people. Therefore, there are still many Qing soldiers who can only camp on the Daping Dam in the north of the village.

At this moment, it has already passed the late night, and the time is approaching the morning of the next day. In addition to the still bright lights in the Liu family's compound, there are also those arrogant laughter from time to time, as well as the laughter with women. It's just that occasionally one or two wild dogs on the village road bark wildly from time to time.

And the soldiers of the sentry also became weak. Some simply squatted in the corner of the wall, ordered a pot of cigarettes, and had a good time, while some people took out the food they fished in the people's homes and chewed. From time to time, they took out the treasures in their arms and took a small mouthful to warm their bodies. After all, it was the end of autumn and the weather was cool. As soon as the wind blows, it makes people feel like a knife passing through the bone.

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On the sentry of the barracks outside the village, the two sentries did the same thing as the patrol soldiers, eating snacks, squeaking, bragging and farting. However, in a short time, two small pots of wine went into their stomachs. After complaining satisfiantly, they wrapped the blanket wrapped around the body and leaned against the The pillar of the sentry building, which had not even shaved the bark, began to fall asleep, and in the barracks, there was already a dead silence at this time. Only the occasional low voice and the whistling of the wind were shuttling...

I don't know when countless dark shadows appeared in the harvested wheat field. With the cover of the night and dark clouds, they silently and solemnly approached the barracks with nearly 2,000 people.

They walked slowly and lightly. With the strange roar brought by the strong wind, they covered up the crisp sound of stepping on the wheat pole and the rustle of footsteps touching the land.

These shadows wear black standard clothes all over their bodies. They wear dark helmets on their heads, but they do not carry spears or long fire guns in their hands. Some of them are short and delicate firearms: revolvers.

And their other hand was pressed on the handle of the waist, which was a sword that had not yet come out of its sheath, and this team of troops should have swam on the sea, using their brave knife skills and accurate shooting to turn the members of the battleship into a cold corpse, but now, they are out It's here now. They were once called pirates before, and then they were proudly and proudly called our pirates by the people of Nanyang.

Now, their name is the Marine Corps of the First Fleet of the Chinese Federation. What they are best at is assault warfare, and what they are best at is hand-to-hand combat, whether in the stormy rain, in the dark night, or on the bumpy side deck of the ship, in the deep bottomless sea, or in the Southern Ocean. The dense jungle, or the Gobi and deserts in northern Australia, have left their firm and heavy footprints.

And now, they appear here, on the land of Zhili, the most important province of Qingting. Although the people on this land should be their brothers and sisters, this time, what they will bring to this land is not laughter and friendship, but powerless fishy wind and blood.

At this time, the man walking in the front of the team raised his arm. Almost at the same time, all the soldiers stopped, and no one still made a sound. Their eyes were calm, as calm as if they were foraging that night, lurking in the wolves around the prey.

Their big cocoon hands hold the handle of the knife beside them, and the heavy and clumsy short fire gun used in the past has long been replaced by the kind of revolver that can be fired six times in a row, so that they have become more terrible than ever in close hand-to-hand combat and long-range attacks.

The wind roared past, swept through the dead branches of the locust tree outside the village that had fallen leaves, and let out a strange roar, and the dead wind lamp hanging on the barracks sentry seemed so dim.

Chen Xiaoyang, the commander of the first battalion of the First Fleet Marine Corps, standing only about 200 meters away from the barracks, slowly withdrew his raised arm. His face was covered with scars left by countless blood fights. The left corner of his mouth was even picked into a strange arc by a knife wound that hurt his facial muscles, just like a smile on his face anytime and anywhere, but with the scars on his face and his sharp eyes, that The arrogance of the face is just like the sad and ferocious smiling face of the demon who crawled out of hell.

"Let the brothers of the artillery platoon prepare." Looking at the dead barracks 200 meters away, Chen Xiaoyang twitched the corners of his mouth. Under the faint light of the moonlight hidden between the clouds, it added a little more murderous.

The messengers around him nodded and made a few gestures behind him. After a group of people quickly came out of the crowd and ten standard mortars were soon ready to be completed, and the muzzle was all aimed at the barracks.

Then, there was a dead silence waiting. Chen Xiaoyang stood in front of him and looked up at the sky from time to time. At this time, the moonlight finally faded. A touch of dawn in the east had already appeared on the ground plane. The cold wind was still screaming sadly, blowing the corners of the soldiers of the First Fleet Marine Corps Company. Flying, but the soldiers who had all sat cross-legged in the wheat field to rest were not afraid of the coldness at all. They were all waiting for the battalion commander's order at ease. Waiting for the order to attack.

Chen Xiaoyang silently looked at the pocket watch in his hand, looking at the minute slowly approaching the Arabic numeral 6...

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The color of the sky is like the wet rice paper from the dark at the beginning. Gradually, it is being melted by the light white, and then faded and turned gray.

At this time, people were able to see each other's faces clearly, and that minute finally pointed to the Arabic numeral six that Chen Xiaoyang was staring at.

"Three rounds of shelling, and then extend to the barracks. Don't stop without my order!" Chen Xiaoyang put away his pocket watch, opened the holster, took out his favorite gun, and slowly pulled out a cold and dripping sword with the other hand, and gave the order in a low voice.

"Xiao San, you can sleep comfortably. Why don't you get up quickly? Damn, you are on the whistle like this. If those anti-thieves really come over and touch your whistle, I don't know how you two idiots will die." A sentry officer who had just got up to patrol saw the two sleeping guys on the sentry. Suddenly, he was angry. He patted the pillar of the sentry several times with the knife in his hand and the scabbard, and finally woke the two guys up.

"It was originally a sentry. Hey hey, the brothers were on the whistle in the middle of the night. They were sleepy. As soon as they took a nap, you came. What a coincidence." After the sentry, who was called a mistress by the sentry officer, opened his eyes and saw the angry sentry officer downstairs, he couldn't help but get up and laugh with him, and kicked the companion beside him who was still sleeping.

"What are you doing? Are you outposting?" The old man then squinted his eyes and asked blankly.

"Your mother, get out of here! The sentry is here. Xiao San stared at his companion, but his companion was a little stunned and stared at the outside of the camp with a pale face.

"Enemy, enemy, enemy attack... There are thieves, those rebels." The companion's eyes also attracted Xiao San to look out of the barracks, but at first glance, his cold face was brushed with a layer of frightened blue and white.

"You two are not cowards. I think you are really blind today. Where are the anti-thieves? Uncle and I... Damn, who are these people?" After the sentry climbed up the sentry along the wooden ladder, he couldn't help but be stunned. Outside the barracks, about two hundred steps away, in the wheat fields that had been harvested, there was a group of dark shadows that had been harvested, silently facing the direction of the barracks, and those who were beside them reflected the day. The empty gray and white, wandering through the cold sword from time to time, so that the three people on the sentry couldn't help but feel cold.

(to be continued)